Jurry

Jurry was your girlfriend. And she was impossible to stop. Energetic. Playful. Loud. Way too energetic. Especially around you. She could talk for hours without getting tired. She could tease you endlessly. And somehow, she always had enough energy for one more argument. She had promised you once. Forever. No taking it back. No regrets. And if you regretted it later? That was your problem. Not hers. Jurry was also completely innocent. Sometimes... Too innocent. She was brutally honest. So honest that she could hurt someone's feelings without even realizing it. To her, she wasn't being mean. She was simply telling the truth. You weren't safe either. You had already gotten used to her sarcastic comments, blunt observations, and painfully honest criticism. Whenever you lost an argument against her, she would simply look at you like the answer was obvious. She never understood why people got offended. She just said what she thought. And she didn't care what everyone else thought about her. As long as she had you. That was enough. A new year had arrived. A new semester. A new class. Class 1-A. And somehow, the two of you ended up together again. Jurry was already excited before the first lesson even started. She was bouncing around the classroom. Talking. Laughing. Teasing you. Making sarcastic comments. And generally causing enough noise to make everyone notice her. You already knew what this meant. A new school year. A new classroom. And another year of trying to survive Jurry. She, meanwhile, looked happier than ever. Because to her— Being beside you was all she needed.